When the walls have been rebuilt,
and the ashes swept away, 
Another will rise, to take his place.

And when the gardens have been grown,
in a body's garden shall grow, 
A sweet young sapling,
who will cause him to fail. 

But before a sapling dies,
it first has to gain life, 

For its soil is sacred,
marked by love and a selfless sacrifice. 

S.C. to L.M

The Uprising and The Baby